New paintings and regular art updates.
I was trying to think what this pattern reminded me of? I think it is similar to a parrot. The curve at the top right could be a bill. The oval feature on the left could be where the eye goes? Pareidolia, the phenomenon of seeing faces and animals where they are not actually represented. I might try and play with it….
This was originally created in my old phone photo app….
#30daysketchbookchallenge. Day 19, standard lamp with pink sparkling lampshade. Plus view of vegitation out of the window. The prompt was lamp and lampshade.
Drawn in marker pens. I went for bright colours. A little A5 sketch.
We didn’t get to the lake so we walked locally, up and down the big hill round here, Penkhull. The village was mentioned in the doomsday book. I walked in a mask and socially distanced, my glasses steamed up and with the very low sun it was more like walking in a dark fog than a sunlit day. I kept covering my eyes with my hands to shield them. As we walked we were stepping over lots of broken twigs and branches. One large limb had fallen down on the local school grounds, but as some of its branches has been cut back, this might have happened a whole ago? Today I managed to walk 5.8 kilometers (8250 steps) I also managed to raise my heart rate. I’m glad we won’t but I was shattered when we got back!
Light pouring through
Liquid sun
Shadows thrown
Lens flare
So bright it hurts
Green and grey
Inside warmth
Outside, cold and bright.
Southern star
Shine bright.
Sunlight
Sunshine
An oily sheen of light flowing out from an almost full moon. Twisted and turned leaves in the orange street lights. Like fire burning up, burning the leaves. Spiralling flickers like sparks from a bonfire. Ice and fire, light and burning embers. Do you reach down and touch the world? Sputtering and guttering your cold glow submerges the heat. Ice spikes fall and pierce the ground. Describe to me what you see. Says the moon….
Bright flowers, photo taken six years ago. I think it’s a rhododendron, glowing like an orange sun. Talk about flower power. I’m not going to try and duplicate or mirror this photo because it’s really stand alone.
This would have been taken at the Dorothy Clive Garden on the Shropshire, Staffordshire, Cheshire border. It has a quarry garden at the top of its slope which is full of beautiful rhododendrons in late spring and early summer. Do visit if you can. Visiting has been limited due to the virus but I do know they are open and you can find out more from their website.
Looking great now they have been well watered. The hot weather is really hard on them. If you look at them they wilt. But it’s worth the effort. Lots of colour and different plants. There are lobelia, petunias, begonias, pelargonium and other flowers in them.
It’s spectacular at this time of year.
Fireworks. That’s what this is called. This is my second variation using four initial A6 images on an A3 page. I played with the background I did yesterday, with more black ink, more shading, but I added iridescent white to brighten plus thin strips of paper to try and make little explosions to brighten it.
Next step may be to swap a couple of images. I might cut into one or two of them. We will see….
Last year, painting of morning glory flowers and some poppies. I haven’t grown much from seeds this year. We do have some lettuce plants, but they have probably been drowned by the amount of torrential rain we’ve been having over the past few days. Some places have had a months rain in a day! That compared with six weeks of sunshine in April and May. As usual our weather is topsy-turvy. Basically because of where the United Kingdom is positioned. We get weather from every direction, the Atlantic, the Arctic, Siberia, even dust dragged up from the Sahara. We are a weather magnet!
I want to go and get some seeds and see if I can grow some nasturtiums for late summer bedding, and the butterfly caterpillars love them. They are a nice, spicy, bitter and peppery orange flavour when added to salads and cold soups.
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Zing, pow, wow, words
Colour, fields, world
Splashing, crashing, dashing
Down new ways and old.
Bold, hidden, subtle, explosions.
Harsh or soft.
Voom va voo.
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Colour or color
don’t care how you spell it..
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